Message-ID: <13389eli$9807252008@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: pjurado@aol.com (PJurado) Subject: (PJ) Diablo: Zara's Quest (f/f, consent) (5/?) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998072521251500.RAA21169@ladder03.news.aol.com> Diablo: Zara's Quest by PJ Chapter 5 The bleeding goat man turned to flee when the flaming bolt smashed into his vulnerable back. The monster roared as he collapsed to the cavern's floor. The goat man's surviving comrades raced for the large cave's exit, heedless of the whirling death dealer that pursued them. Zara lashed out with her Brutal Falchion, cutting down two more goat men with a single graceful slash. Rotfeast stood by the cavern exit, watching in amazement as the nubile young rogue slew one goat man after another. Zara cast Firebolt twice in quick succession, catching two advancing goat men in the chest. Perspiration glimmered on Zara's pale brow, the demand for spell Mana straining her body. "The fucking bitch is crazy," muttered Rotfeast while Zara impaled a goat man with her razor-sharp sword. Only three goat men remained, they spun to face their clan's butcher, falchions at the ready. Zara smiled with anticipation, wielding her Brutal Falchion with both hands. The goat men charged as one, screaming in their harsh language. Zara dived under their wild swings, stabbing one monster in the stomach. The goat man clasped his gushing belly before falling, his two companions hacking after Zara, creating sparks when their blades impacted against the cavern floor. Zara cast Firebolt again, catching one of the goat men in the face. The monster screamed as his flesh melted off of his skull. The last goat man growled, circling Zara warily, drool escaping from his trembling snout. The two opponents slapped blades together, testing each other's reflexes. The goat man attacked, slashing swiftly at the young woman. Zara parried each attack, backing up towards the slowly surging underground river. When she had reached the water's edge, Zara cut deeply into the goat man's left knee, then dove behind him. Before the lumbering monster could turn, Zara stabbed him in the back, severing his spine. The goat man flailed helplessly, then fell into the thick, black water. The monster's body disappeared quickly into the polluted river's depths. Zara panted softly for breath, approaching the ugly iron pumping device that spat unmentionable filth into Tristram's water supply. Zara raised her sword, bringing it down with a two-handed swing that severed the main pipe of the device. Filth spewed out into the air as Zara smashed the device with several more sword blows, her magical blade hacking quite effectively into the iron piping. "The Master will be angry," predicted Rotfeast before he faded into the darkness of the passage behind him. "Congratulations to the powerful rogue who cleansed our water wells!" smiled Pepin, a mug of wine held up in his hand. Griswold, Ogden, and Gillian raised their own mugs as well. Zara smiled with embarrassment, unaccustomed to praise. She sipped the sweet red wine in her cup, happy to be bathed and dressed in a clean tunic and breeches. "Is the evil finally purged from the monastery?" asked Ogden. "I don't think so. I could still sense a great darkness in the bowels of the catacombs. I also heard mention of a Master when I was captured by Gharbad and his goat men." "You don't think.." murmured Griswold. "Leoric," nodded Ogden gravely. "Your town elder, Cain, mentioned Leoric when I first came to town. He said that the King was dead." "There is a rumor that Leoric rose from the dead, that he commands an army of undead deep below the monastery. You have not encountered him yet?" "No. I've fought undead, but the only leader I fought was a zombie named Rotfeast." "Then Leoric must be the Master that Gharbad referred to. You must slay the King again before he unleashes his undead upon us." "Let me rest first, I'm tired of fighting and getting raped every time I go down there." "But Tristram!" exclaimed Ogden. "Let her have a short rest," said Gillian, laying a restraining hand on Ogden. "She deserves some time to gather her strength back." "My thanks," replied Zara with a wan smile, draining her cup, then rising to bid her companions good night. "Come see me before you leave for the monastery again," advised Griswold. "I might have something useful for you." "I will," promised Zara before she left the nearly empty tavern. "Could I stay here for a few days?" asked Zara from Adria's doorway. "Well, it might be a tight fit, since my grand-daughter has returned from her studies in the East. If you are willing to share cramped quarters, I have no objection." "Thank you, Mistress," nodded Zara, hefting her backpack onto her left shoulder. She entered the warm living area of Adria's cottage, with its crackling fire and shelves cluttered with herbs, jars of ointment and potions. A young girl with shining black hair that hung to her small, taut buttocks watched Zara from the dinner table. "Isolde and I were about to have dinner, would you like to join us?" "Yes, please," replied Zara, dropping her pack near a rocking chair close to the fireplace. Isolde smiled politely, placing a plate for Zara on the polished wooden table. "I hope you like rabbit stew, bread, and mead," said Adria as she sat down. "I cooked it especially for Isolde, since this is her first night back from school." "What order are you learning from?" inquired Zara, sniffing the steaming stew appreciatively. "The Vizjerei," answered Isolde between mouthfuls of fresh bread. "Impressive." "She has a great aptitude for magic. She'll outstrip me one day," said Adria proudly. "Grandmother," muttered Isolde with a deep blush. Zara and Adria laughed before attacking their meal with enthusiasm. After dinner, Zara and Adria sat in chairs near the fire, Isolde sitting cross-legged between them. "Leoric, I feared he might rise. There are fell magics buried in the catacombs, I can feel their seething evil even from here." "Me too," shuddered Isolde, wrapping her arms around her chest. "I know I have to fight him and his undead servants, I just wanted a moment of peace before I descended into Hell again." "After what those foul creatures did to you, you have no need to offer explanations," replied Adria sympathetically. "Take all the time you need." "Perhaps I could accompany Zara?" suggested Isolde. "I know a spell that is very effective against undead." "You're too young, Isolde," retorted Adria quickly. "Grandmother! I want to see Leoric's evil destroyed just as much as you, more! The creatures spawned from his madness killed my parents!" "I know, child. I just don't want you to be killed for the sake of revenge. You have so much promise." "Which will amount to nothing if my home is destroyed and Leoric's evil is allowed to break free into the kingdom! Please let me help Zara!" "I will think about it," agreed Adria reluctantly. "I'm going to bed," said Zara, her eyelids heavy with fatigue. "Where may I sleep?" "Isolde's room, if that is agreeable with her." "Yes! We'll be sisters!" grinned Isolde. "Thank you, little sister," smiled Zara as she followed the young girl to the cottage's attic. King Leoric sat heavily in a decrepit high-backed chair that now served as his throne. The undead king's crypt was completely dark, no torch or magical light shone within it. A soft scuffling sound drew Leoric's attention to his left, to the corner where a naked girl hung upon a large iron cross, her arms and legs bound to the cold metal with tight iron manacles. Three other crosses sat in the other three corners of the square-shaped crypt, each adorned with a rotting human corpse. In the center of the chamber sat Leoric's open crypt, the stone container smoking with corruption. The double doors leading into the crypt grated open loudly, allowing Rotfeast to enter. The lanky zombie stumbled quickly forward to stand before his undead master. "The rogue bitch that slew Gharbad has destroyed the pumping system, Tristram's water supply has been restored." "You allowed this to happen?" replied Leoric, his glowing green eyes downcast, his chin resting upon a gloved right fist. "She was mad with bloodlust! She slaughtered an entire squad of the Flesh Clan!" "You wield a Falchion of Illness, a weapon that I gave you. Are you saying that my gift is inadequate?" "No, Master! But she wields magic and has an enchanted blade of her own." "You are a worm, Rotfeast," growled Leoric before he shot up from his chair and wrapped his right hand around Rotfeast's throat, dangling him in the air. "Master! Please!" begged Rotfeast pathetically. "You will take a squad of my best skeleton warriors and find this rogue girl on the surface. You will capture her and bring her to me!" "Would it not be better to simply slay her?" choked Rotfeast. "I wish to examine this girl who has done so much harm to my minions. Also, our Dark Lord is becoming aware of her, he may wish to take her for himself." "I will find her at once!" promised Rotfeast. "See that you do," warned Leoric, releasing the zombie with a flick of his hand. Rotfeast tumbled to the floor in a heap of limbs. He bowed respectfully to the undead king, backing out of the black chamber to perform his assignment. Leoric watched the zombie go before walking towards his pulsing crypt. He slowly climbed inside, relishing the feel of the evil magic flowing across his rotting body. Leoric grabbed the lid of the tomb, sliding it shut so that he could absorb all of the dark power boiling within. Zara slashed down with her falchion, slamming the weapon against Isolde's short staff. Isolde deflected the blow, counter-attacking with a swing to Zara's stomach. Zara hopped out of range, circling the mage girl cautiously. "The Vizjerei taught you well," smiled Zara, tapping Isolde's staff with a quick jab from her sword. "You're pretty quick too," retorted Isolde, swinging twice more at Zara, each blow parried instantly by the rogue. The two young women dueled for another half hour, until they were both gasping for breath and sweating heavily. Each fighter had collected a few bruises on arms and legs, but neither had won a clear advantage. "I guess you'll be alright in the catacombs," nodded Zara, bowing to her opponent to end the match. "I'll do my best to watch your back," promised Isolde gravely. "Let's go wash before lunch," suggested Zara, grabbing a towel from the ground to wipe her dripping face. The girls walked to a small pool that was fed from the main river. They discarded their sweat-soaked shifts, diving gratefully into the cool water. After swimming a bit to loosen sore muscles, the girls sat near the edge of the pool, taking bars of soap to wash each other's bodies. "You seem accustomed to bathing with others. You adapted well to life in the East," remarked Zara. "I got used to it, I can't say I'm completely comfortable with it," admitted Isolde with a weak laugh. "I bathed with my battle sisters since I was born. We were all very close," said Zara, sliding her bar of soap across Isolde's smooth back, lathering the warm, pink flesh. "Yes, I've heard stories about the Sisters of the Sightless Eye," blushed Isolde. Zara arched an eyebrow, then giggled, "Some of them were true too." Isolde blushed even deeper then, lowering her eyes to the surface of the clear blue pool. Zara splashed water over Isolde's back, rinsing the soap from her white skin. "Let's get back," said Zara. After lunch, Isolde went to her room to study while Adria began teaching Zara another spell from one of her spellbooks. "This is another relatively simple spell. It is called Charged Bolt. Since it is such a nice day today, let's practice it outside." Zara followed the tall witch outside to a clear area just behind the cottage. The two women read over the spell together, then Zara moved a short distance away to cast it. Closing her eyes briefly to clear her thoughts, Zara stretched out her right hand, reciting the words of the invocation. Sparkling tongues of blue lightning coiled around Zara's hand, then burst outwards when the girl finished speaking. Lightning slithered across the clearing, spitting and crackling until it faded into empty air a short distance away. "Very good. Do it again," ordered Adria, arms crossed together. Zara practiced her magic all afternoon, until Adria was satisfied and allowed her to break. Drained from the constant spell casting, Zara consumed a mug of water inside the cool interior of the cottage, changed into her brown tunic and breeches, belted on her sword, and left the cottage for town. The sun was just beginning to set when Zara reached Griswold's smithy. "Ah, Mistress Zara! I'm glad you came to visit!" smiled the burly smith. "How could I not? Your merchandise is keeping me alive," replied Zara with a mischievous grin. "I have a new falchion for you. It may be useful in Leoric's unholy crypt," said Griswold, slowly unsheathing a polished blade from its leather sheath. "Zara," said Griswold loudly. The falchion flared with a bright white light, then lowered to a steady glow, illuminating the entire smithy. "It's a Falchion of Radiance. Do you like it?" "Yes, this will be extremely useful!" Zara unsheathed her Brutal Falchion, exchanging it for the glowing blade. As she slid the sword into her sheath, the white light faded from the weapon's metal. "Zara is the command word, you must say it before the sword will glow," advised Griswold. "I'm grateful for your work," nodded Zara. "I've also fashioned a suit of studded leather to replace your old armor." Griswold held up the tunic piece of the suit for Zara's inspection. "Excellent craftsmanship! I will wear it with pride." "You can have it in exchange for your old suit and a bag of gold," offered the smith. "Here," replied Zara, placing two small bags of gold onto one of Griswold's work tables. "You've earned it." "Thank you, Mistress," bowed Griswold. Zara claimed the armor, promising to have Adria bring her old suit by the shop the next day. The rogue left the smithy, nearly bumping into a waiting Pepin. "Excuse me, Mistress Zara! I only need a moment of your time!" "I'm glad that you're here. I'll need two potions of Mana before I leave." "You shall have them, but I wanted to give you this," replied Pepin, offering Zara a plain silver ring in his right hand. "What is it?" asked Zara, picking up the ring and examining it. "It is called the Ring of Truth, it will protect you from physical harm in a limited fashion, increase your resistance to magic, and enhance your bodily attributes. I have been holding it until the right heroine came to save us from mad King Leoric's evil." "Many thanks," murmured Zara as she slid the silver ring onto a finger of her right hand. "I will bring the potions you requested before nightfall. Let me know if there is anything else I can provide for you." "Thank you, Pepin," smiled Zara gratefully. The aging healer bowed in farewell, returning to his small shop. Zara admired the shining ring on her hand, resuming her walk back to Adria's cottage. After dinner and some time reviewing her new spell, Zara prepared for bed. She discarded her tunic and breeches for a clean shift, then crawled into bed with Isolde, who already lay within. Zara curled up, facing the wall of the small bedroom, closing her eyes wearily. "Are you nervous about tomorrow?" asked Isolde softly. "A little," admitted Zara. "Was it bad when those monsters..raped you?" murmured the mage girl. "Yes, but with you fighting beside me that won't happen again." "I won't let you down." "I know. Get some sleep, you'll need your strength tomorrow." Zara felt a small hand brush against her left shoulder. "I've never been with anyone. I want you to make love to me." Zara opened her eyes, rolling in bed to face a trembling Isolde. "You shouldn't have sex with someone out of fear. Wait until you meet the right person." "I might not live until then, I want to experience sex now." "Isolde..," Isolde drew close, kissing Zara softly on the lips. Zara brushed the girl's thick black hair, smelling her clean, young scent. "Love me," begged Isolde, wrapping her thin arms around Zara's waist. The two girls kissed again, longer and more urgently. Zara kissed along Isolde's graceful neck, rubbing her nose against the girl's smooth skin. Isolde fondled Zara's breasts through her thin shift, squeezing the firm mounds. Zara rolled on top of Isolde, pulling off the girl's shift, then bending down to suck on her pert nipples. Isolde moaned softly, biting her lower lip. Zara shifted from one tit to another, licking Isolde's delicate nipples, making them harden with desire. She sucked on Isolde's hot flesh, made it glisten with saliva from her wanton mouth. Isolde arched her back, thrusting her breasts against Zara's beautiful face. The naked girl slid her hands into Zara's thick auburn hair, tangled her fingers in the warm curls. Zara stopped sucking on Isolde's breasts long enough to kiss the girl again, their mouths desperate for each other, their tongues entwining wetly. Zara massaged Isolde's tits as they kissed, her hands kneading the pliant flesh. Zara licked down the valley of Isolde's cleavage, then slid her mouth across the girl's flat belly to her batch of dark pubic hair. "Feels..so good," panted Isolde, her lips trembling with excitement. Zara moaned in reply, nuzzling Isolde's cunt hair with her nose. She inhaled the girl's musky scent before gently licking her pussy with an eager tongue. Isolde gasped in shock, the folds of her labia quivering in response. Zara repeatedly licked up Isolde's slit, making the girl wet with arousal. Isolde grasped Zara's head with both hands, pressing her lover's face against her throbbing cunt. Zara inserted her tongue into Isolde's pussy, teasing the girl's tender vagina until it was gleaming with her juices. "Suck..harder," demanded Isolde, her bare breasts heaving. Zara buried her mouth in Isolde's cunt, sucking so loudly the sound filled the tiny room. Isolde groaned loudly, her mouth gaped open as her pussy burned with molten fire. Zara pried the lips of Isolde's cunt open, rubbing up and down while sucking on the moaning girl's engorged clit. Isolde's hips shook before she orgasmed, her thick honey spurting out onto the white sheets of the bed. Zara lapped up Isolde's cum, her tongue sliding over her lover's pussy. "Your turn," smiled Isolde wantonly, sitting up to kiss Zara passionately on the mouth. The young brunette lowered her mouth to Zara's left breast, sucking delicately on the brown nipple. Zara smiled with pleasure, running her hands over Isolde's bare back. Isolde nibbled on Zara's right tit, her right hand lowering to Zara's wet crotch. She rubbed Zara's warm cunt, sliding a finger between engorged labia petals. Zara moaned, pressing her face into Isolde's dark hair. Isolde held Zara's right breast, licking the nipple over and over while fondling the rogue girl's moist slit. The naked girls kissed again, before Isolde lay back down upon the soft mattress. Zara straddled Isolde's face, lowering her pussy onto the girl's eager mouth. Isolde thrust her tongue into Zara's pussy, penetrating deep into the naked girl's vagina. Zara held tightly to the headboard of the bed, thrusting her hips forward, grinding her cunt against Isolde's sucking mouth. Zara panted heavily, her tits bobbing from her erotic gyrations. "Cumming..cumming," moaned Zara, her pussy exploding in a flood of cunt honey. Isolde drank all of her lover's fluids, her small throat working to take it all in. Zara held onto the headboard desperately, her thighs burning with fatigue. She moved off of Isolde's wet face, reclining next to her in bed. The two girls kissed, their hands roving over each other's bodies until a loud pounding interrupted their revelry. "Zara! Isolde! Skeletons are approaching!" ************************************* -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----